Dallas Get Ready

So in two weeks, the Stewart family will be taking on Dallas...for the second time. It is my grandmothers 80th birthday, and all 40 of us are caravanning down to Texas to celebrate. Now if you know my family, then you know whats in store for the weekend. If you don't and you live in Dallas....GET READY!! We are not ashamed to say that we drink a little to much and get a little to loud. But I can honestly say that I would not have it any other way. The last time we were there we took over some bar to watch the Memphis basketball team score their way into the final 2! We have never jumped and screamed in more anticipation in our lives. We all came together out of town to support our hometown...it was an amazing night. We all had final 4 t-shirts on!!! It was defiantly a sight to see!! This time we have added 3 more great grand children, Collins, Lydia, and Wilson. All of the cousins we hit the town and more than likely take it over!!! I can not wait to spend the weekend with my family...we really do know how to have a good time...

We almost had it all!!!
Final 2 Baby

The whole clan watching the game!! So intense

All in macthing shirts

The Ending of an Era

Last night...I said goodbye to my absolute favorite television show of all time, Lost. My obsession began a long time ago and has been going strong ever since. It started on a boring day in the Kappa house with my sorority sisters. We had heard about his this amazing show, and we decided that we would see what it was all about. So we picked up the first disc. After the first episode with the opening of Jacks eye and the "live together die again" phrase, we were forever hooked. So we set up shop in mine and Harrison's room. We never left the house to eat, we didn't bathe, didn't go out, and didn't go to class. The only time we left was to pick up the next disc. The show captured of hearts. Ever since that time, we never missed an episode. No matter what part of the country we were in, we always called each other to catch up about what happened whether it the love saga between Jack, Kate, and Sawyer, or trouble between Oceanic 815 and the "Others". One of my favorite memories of Lost is when Kat and I came back from the bar. We had missed the episode that night, so we watched in on the computerIt happened to be the episode where we find out why Locke was in his wheelchair. After the episode had ended, we sat there for 45 mins in our drunken stupor trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. That the true beauty about this show, you are thinking about it for hours after you've watched it. It has that much power over you. I can honestly say that there is has never been a better written show that produced more questions than they answered. The flashbacks gave us insight as to what the characters are really like and the friendships that blossomed between the characters will forever be my favorite part. I could not have asked for a better ending. They all found each other and the moment that they realized their connection, it was so emotional.I kind of figured that they were in some type of afterlife. I also loved how the show began and ended the same. It all came full circle. Vincent beside Jack as he died was icing on the cake. I am really going to miss the show, but once we received all the answers, and there were no more questions, then there is no future for the show. I shared memorable experience's with my group that I watched it religiously with. I am so sad to see the show end....we laughed with them cried with them, and guessed with them. But I guess we will be seeing them in another life, brotha!!!

Growing Up Is Hard To Do

This past weekend I returned to my old stomping grounds...college! My little brother graduated from the engineering school at Ole Miss and I couldn't be more proud. I graduated from Ole Miss 3 years ago and this whole time I have been trying to figure out what I wanna do with my life. I have had some major setbacks in this process, but also some amazing adventures. My breakup was difficult along with working towards my second degree. But I also have met some of the most amazing people this year that I would not be who I am right now without them. I have spent so much time focusing on what I should be doing...career, marriage, family, house, car, etc and not nearly enough on what I want to be doing while I am still young. So when I got back to Oxford, I went out with a bunch of college kids, aka my brother and his friends. I had the most amazing time. We went to dinner on a fabulous patio and then went to a house party. I can not tell you the last time I went to a house party. I was living my youth again and on my turf. Obviously it was not the same without all my sorority sisters and my friends, but it was darn close. I felt more alive and even though I was the oldest person hanging out with all of them, I never felt that my age was a factor. It made me miss my college experience so much and what I wouldn't give to go back there again. This weekend taught me that at some point I have to grow up, but right now I just am not ready. And for the first time in a long time, I think that I am okay with that. I have the rest of my life to be grown up. Right now I want to embrace my youth and happy at where I am in my life. Oh the things that Ole Miss can teach me.

We Went Out Last Night

Last night we went out for my best friend Ashley's 25th birthday extravaganza. It was one of the most fun nights that I have had in a really long time. With the help of Morgan and Ashley's boyfriend, we were able to surprise her in a yellow Excursion limo. We picked her up and headed down to Cafe Ole in midtown all the while singing country songs, toasting with champagne, and hanging out with my best friends. Cafe Ole was so fun. After our rowdy dinner we continued our time in the limo singing and dancing and laughing. I have to say it was nice to have someone drive me around for a change. At midnight, instead of being a good girl and going to bed, Morgan, Samantha, Rusty and I headed to Celtic. The reason I needed to be in bed was because of a little thing I'd like to call 730 clinical was creeping up on me. We hung out at Celtic until closing time. We actually caught up with old friends that we hadn't seen since high school. Let me rephrase that we ran into a couple of people that we randomly met over 7 years ago at an Ingram Hill concert. We only hung out with them that one night...and ironically we ran into them at the bar last night. I swear this world keeps getting smaller and smaller. We fought the rain and sirens on the way home. I finally hit the pillow at almost 4...only to be woken up all night because of the terrible weather. 2 hours later my alarm went off followed by a phone call that my psych clinical had been canceled. I definitely had God on my side for this one. I wouldn't have changed a single thing about last night and I even got to sleep in...man I love me life.